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There's a bell curve to how tasty a meal is, and how badly the person who made it hates you/themselves.

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Having played enough magic the gathering with random strangers digitally, at this point the only thing I don't understand about this game is how tf do people play this game irl face-to-face with each other without rampant wanton violence breaking out.
This mf had me ON A FIRING LINE with me having ZERO CREATURES on board and they had enough untapped cards to KILL ME TWICE OVER and instead of just attacking at me in the face THEY KEPT OVERTHINKING for so long that I had to kill myself just to end the game. Imagine being in ancient Rome, thrown into the gladiator ring, knowing that the only way you'll leave this stage is in pieces once the beast you're pitted against has torn you apart.
And the gate to the opposite side of the arena opens and out comes A FUCKING SLUG. God damnit fuck.
Hypothesis: Magic the Gathering players are stinky as a defense mechanism against each other
Didn't yugioh tournaments have to ban a card where you have to shake your opponent's hand, specifically because some players weaponised their gamer gunk and made sure to be so filthy that the opponent would rather lose the game than be willing to touch them.
Having played enough magic the gathering with random strangers digitally, at this point the only thing I don't understand about this game is how tf do people play this game irl face-to-face with each other without rampant wanton violence breaking out.
This mf had me ON A FIRING LINE with me having ZERO CREATURES on board and they had enough untapped cards to KILL ME TWICE OVER and instead of just attacking at me in the face THEY KEPT OVERTHINKING for so long that I had to kill myself just to end the game. Imagine being in ancient Rome, thrown into the gladiator ring, knowing that the only way you'll leave this stage is in pieces once the beast you're pitted against has torn you apart.
And the gate to the opposite side of the arena opens and out comes A FUCKING SLUG. God damnit fuck.
I'm reading a book that a friend got me from a library sale (which is as you might expect, they're purging books that people aren't reading to make room for new ones that people will), and though it's fiction, it was evidently written as some sort of supportive material for school history. The story has frequent footnotes explaining what some words or prhases mean - words like "enlist", "tavern", "runt", or what "crossing oneself" or "confession" mean in a religious sense. Very common vocabulary that an adult who reads books would know, but which a second-grader probably wouldn't have heard.
So naturally the writing style is very clear and simple, and I don't mind it, every once in a while it's nice and relaxing to read something that doesn't specifically intend to drown a reader in confusing nuance and a constant barrage of overwhelming detail. It's a simple, straightforward story, set in the year 1615, about a 14-year-old basque boy who gets hired onto a whaling ship, and the whole story is told from his perspective.
I'm halfway through it now, and at this point of the story the whaling ship of the story has reached Iceland, and the sailors are weirded out by the local turf houses. Someone voices disbelief that these people would really live underground, like some kind of gnomes, and asks whether these folk are even christian. Someone else, who has actually been this far north before, affirms that they are - of a sort, at least. They are some sort of lutherans. And underground-dwelling heretics or not, they're pretty reliable people to work with.
Considering that the book is written in finnish, for finnish children, who are also lutheran by vast majority, the deeply catholic basque sailors' views of Icelanders are obviously not intended or illustrated as the objective truth. People who are otherwise good, intelligent and well-meaning can be completely ignorant about people whose like they have never met or even heard of before.
This is the level of media literacy that they can confidently expect from children who aren't trusted to know what big words like "apostle" mean.
i read this post out to my parents, both of whom being lutheran ministers, and my dad went “well we don’t live underground”
and i said “for the most part. we do have a basement.” i got an eye crinkle laugh out of that!
but this makes me wonder how many books i’ve read for school have had important messages behind them that i’d never thought about because i was seven years old
I was babtised and nominally raised lutheran also. I don't think the turf houses are a religious thing, and more to do with living in Iceland.
Day 194/365 of listing something good I saw today:
These very beautifully plated sand treats presented beside our home's sand box. Look at that. They've got leaves as garnish and all.

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I'm reading a book that a friend got me from a library sale (which is as you might expect, they're purging books that people aren't reading to make room for new ones that people will), and though it's fiction, it was evidently written as some sort of supportive material for school history. The story has frequent footnotes explaining what some words or prhases mean - words like "enlist", "tavern", "runt", or what "crossing oneself" or "confession" mean in a religious sense. Very common vocabulary that an adult who reads books would know, but which a second-grader probably wouldn't have heard.
So naturally the writing style is very clear and simple, and I don't mind it, every once in a while it's nice and relaxing to read something that doesn't specifically intend to drown a reader in confusing nuance and a constant barrage of overwhelming detail. It's a simple, straightforward story, set in the year 1615, about a 14-year-old basque boy who gets hired onto a whaling ship, and the whole story is told from his perspective.
I'm halfway through it now, and at this point of the story the whaling ship of the story has reached Iceland, and the sailors are weirded out by the local turf houses. Someone voices disbelief that these people would really live underground, like some kind of gnomes, and asks whether these folk are even christian. Someone else, who has actually been this far north before, affirms that they are - of a sort, at least. They are some sort of lutherans. And underground-dwelling heretics or not, they're pretty reliable people to work with.
Considering that the book is written in finnish, for finnish children, who are also lutheran by vast majority, the deeply catholic basque sailors' views of Icelanders are obviously not intended or illustrated as the objective truth. People who are otherwise good, intelligent and well-meaning can be completely ignorant about people whose like they have never met or even heard of before.
This is the level of media literacy that they can confidently expect from children who aren't trusted to know what big words like "apostle" mean.
I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate your one good thing 2026 posts! Ever since seeing them I've noticed that I've started seeing more nice small things in every day life that I appreciate ^^
I've been able to train myself to keep an eye out for nice things. Once the year is done I'll probably try to do something with the data - sort it into categories and make funny little graphs of what kind of stuff was the most common, etc.
This was originally supposed to just be a quick sketch doodle shitpost but then I started thinking about how fucking terrifying a lovebird the size of a car would be. Also tried my hand at intentionally going for dynamic composition. I deleted the sketch layer before I thought of saving it also but you can kinda see what I was aiming at:
Just as a general public announcement, if I've been unreasonably mean lately, it's this damn weather turning me evil. It's not an excuse but it's still an explanation. So just that you know, you probably didn't deserve it.

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how do your posts keep on turning into anything but a conversation about whatever you said in the first place lmao
i already had a laugh with the lasagna / tiramisu debacle and now the bee thing + all the other times it’s happened, i’ve just been online right when these two instances were actively happening
It's like being pretty good at juggling knives until someone reaches in and tries to grab one from mid-air and then gets mad that I stabbed them.
could be that people are concerned about crashing? since just having a bee in your shirt doesnt have the added risk of “being distracted while operating a zooming box of metal and glass”?
I guess I'm just dumbstruck by the sheer amount of people whose first response to "don't freak out or you will die" situations is to immediately freak out. I guess disaster movies aren't that unrealistic after all.
I guess that's one advantage to constant anxiety: if you're freaking out all the time when disaster strikes it's just another day with different challenges.
Ain't no way that being able to freeze perfectly still and remain calm around bees when you've never been stung by one in your life, and have no idea how much it hurts or whether you're allergic to them, is a damn trauma response. Don't tell me that going "oh shit, system shutdown" in situations where you gotta stay still and stay calm because your life might depend on it isn't just a natural response to have.
Unfortunately buttons for Fight, Flight, and Freeze are awfully close to each other.
And a lot of people in stress slaps over that control panel with both hands flat open.
I'm a slow fuck shrimp so I default to freeze at every situation because it's the only one I have any shot at succeeding in. I wasn't aware it wasn't a voluntary choice I was making.
could be that people are concerned about crashing? since just having a bee in your shirt doesnt have the added risk of “being distracted while operating a zooming box of metal and glass”?
I guess I'm just dumbstruck by the sheer amount of people whose first response to "don't freak out or you will die" situations is to immediately freak out. I guess disaster movies aren't that unrealistic after all.
I guess that's one advantage to constant anxiety: if you're freaking out all the time when disaster strikes it's just another day with different challenges.
Ain't no way that being able to freeze perfectly still and remain calm around bees when you've never been stung by one in your life, and have no idea how much it hurts or whether you're allergic to them, is a damn trauma response. Don't tell me that going "oh shit, system shutdown" in situations where you gotta stay still and stay calm because your life might depend on it isn't just a natural response to have.
could be that people are concerned about crashing? since just having a bee in your shirt doesnt have the added risk of “being distracted while operating a zooming box of metal and glass”?
I guess I'm just dumbstruck by the sheer amount of people whose first response to "don't freak out or you will die" situations is to immediately freak out. I guess disaster movies aren't that unrealistic after all.
The key to a successful relationship is hitting the mutual anxiety sweet spot where you're both just a little bit scared that the other one will decide that they deserve better and leave. Just anxious enough that you gotta make sure that they know you love them and try to give them the best life that you can have together, but not anxious enough to start sabotaging shit because having good things is terrifying.
Aiming for "there's a bee inside your car while you're driving it" level of anxious, not "there's a bee inside your shirt whike you're wearing it" anxious.
listen, I know what your intent here is, and I fully agree with you, but. Specifically for ME, that metaphor is HILARIOUSLY one-sided. I'm deathly afraid of bees and wasps and would probably crash my car if this happened. My fiances keep bees and have driven entire hours with a FULL HIVE in the back of the car. I have vetoed bee journeys if I'm in the car with them lmao.
Would you feel calmer and safer with a bee inside your shirt?
I had a bee crawl down the back of my shirt once! It was very fuzzy and soft. I do get your point about the bees in the car vs your shirt but people will react differently. At least with the shirt i know where the bee is, whereas in the car it would fly around more and therefore make me panic more
Especially if I’m driving the car, i would not be able to keep my eyes on the road at all and would probably crash
it's poll time! would you rather:
have a bee in the car while you're driving
have a bee inside your shirt while you're wearing it
okay let's clarify:
I have been in a car with a bee and choose the car
I have been in a car with a bee and choose the shirt
I have had a bee inside my shirt and I choose the car
I have had a bee inside my shirt and I choose the shirt
I have had both happen to me and would rather choose the car
I have had both happen to me and would rather choose the shirt
I haven't experienced either one, but I think I'd prefer the car
I haven't experienced either one, but I think I'd prefer the shirt
No nuance because you gotta pick one. If you can't drive, in this scenario you magically can. If you can't wear a shirt, in this scenario you magically can. If you think you could think of an option that you would choose if it was available but it isn't, please write it down on a little post-it note, roll it up, and shove it up your ass. If you cannot figure out what answer to choose, ignore this post and continue on your journey without voting. Thank you for your attention.
Okay, to be fair, I think the point that the first respondant on this chain was making is not 'I think a bee in my shirt is better than a bee in my car', but 'since I am extremely anxious about a bee in my car and my partner is basically fine with a bee in his car, if we are both our version bee-in-a-car level of anxious that would be a really unbalanced relationship'. Which is a fair point (although obviously not OP was talking about) and had nothing to do with the relative anxiety levels of shirt bees and car bees.
I'm aware of this, but at this point I just refuse to believe that an entire 20% of people think that having a bee trapped inside your clothes is a preferable option to having a bee inside your car while you're trying to drive.

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Whenever I see a new-ish post of yours I play a fun little game where I guess just how people will (mis-)interpret it. I have won zero times but I am very entertained
I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea that 20% of people would rather have a bee trapped between their skin and the fabric of their shirt, than in the same car with them. Like I had to double-check that no, I was explicitly clear and said INSIDE the shirt, walking on your skin. They're not picturing a bee gently landing on their shoulder or something, they just honestly think that this (left) is less unnerving than this (right):
The key to a successful relationship is hitting the mutual anxiety sweet spot where you're both just a little bit scared that the other one will decide that they deserve better and leave. Just anxious enough that you gotta make sure that they know you love them and try to give them the best life that you can have together, but not anxious enough to start sabotaging shit because having good things is terrifying.
Aiming for "there's a bee inside your car while you're driving it" level of anxious, not "there's a bee inside your shirt whike you're wearing it" anxious.
listen, I know what your intent here is, and I fully agree with you, but. Specifically for ME, that metaphor is HILARIOUSLY one-sided. I'm deathly afraid of bees and wasps and would probably crash my car if this happened. My fiances keep bees and have driven entire hours with a FULL HIVE in the back of the car. I have vetoed bee journeys if I'm in the car with them lmao.
Would you feel calmer and safer with a bee inside your shirt?
I had a bee crawl down the back of my shirt once! It was very fuzzy and soft. I do get your point about the bees in the car vs your shirt but people will react differently. At least with the shirt i know where the bee is, whereas in the car it would fly around more and therefore make me panic more
Especially if I’m driving the car, i would not be able to keep my eyes on the road at all and would probably crash
it's poll time! would you rather:
have a bee in the car while you're driving
have a bee inside your shirt while you're wearing it
okay let's clarify:
I have been in a car with a bee and choose the car
I have been in a car with a bee and choose the shirt
I have had a bee inside my shirt and I choose the car
I have had a bee inside my shirt and I choose the shirt
I have had both happen to me and would rather choose the car
I have had both happen to me and would rather choose the shirt
I haven't experienced either one, but I think I'd prefer the car
I haven't experienced either one, but I think I'd prefer the shirt
No nuance because you gotta pick one. If you can't drive, in this scenario you magically can. If you can't wear a shirt, in this scenario you magically can. If you think you could think of an option that you would choose if it was available but it isn't, please write it down on a little post-it note, roll it up, and shove it up your ass. If you cannot figure out what answer to choose, ignore this post and continue on your journey without voting. Thank you for your attention.